Whiplash’d lyrics

[Verse]
I already decided b*tch that I don’t need no side kick
Pull up profiling
Pull out pro-style b*tch
Every time I see her she look like she ain’t gon' ever forget
Pull up with a torch lit
These rappers can’t afford sh*t
Boy pull off you rented it
We laugh until we finish b*tch
Hoes getting hip to it
They noticing your flaws and sh*t
Pull up to my crib whole pad fully furnished b*tch
And I got some extra sh*t
Art pieces so articulate
Shawty came through asking how you make the lights like this?
Her n*ggas roll skimpy spliffs
I roll what all will fit in it
Ice castle magic leave your b*tch in here you won't re-get
All these rappers wack
Don’t care about features only my own sh*t
I only own my own sh*t and all my sh*t owned b*tch
Pull up to my section
Watch the smoke replace the air in there
Why he let his girl in here? It's cool escort her to the rear
Dumped his ass
30 minutes later then we duck and dip
Better tuck your b*tch before I make her duck and lick
They so sick of me, who?
She so sick of me, who?
She said how dare you fire that L
You ain't pass that blunt to me
Psych I better not b*tch I pass that to my charlatan
I'm smoking on some big blunts of some just for me
Nah I ain't ever gave no f*ck about the other team
You see Hollow Squad The Coffin Fleet guillotine
I pull up doing 100 to whoever like they needed me
You b*tch! Who?